At Crocodile Rock

The proverbial shit has hit the proverbial fan this week. In a big way - which I cannot go into here. I've been reminded why I avoid confrontation to the extent that I do.

It was another truly beautiful September day and I finally managed to escape to freedom early evening for a walk up to the Crocodile Rock to find some calm. It had to be a walk as my legs are still in bits from the race on Sunday! This crag has featured often in my blips but never the view from it. That omission is rectified today.